8th of July, 1986
Brooklyn and Janet are 20, Michael is 27

Michael: The wedding party was amazing. Everyone danced, including Brooklyn and I, even though we were often interrupted by our guests congratulating us.
Every now and then I would catch Brooke taking a glimpse towards the crowd of people, like she was searching for someone.
I pulled her closer to me, whispering in her ear, "What's on your mind?"
"I wanted you to meet someone I invited, but I can't find her." she answered, taking another glimpse.
"Well, what does she look like? Maybe I could help you find her." I offered.
My wife shook her head.
I sighed, and kept tapping my foot to the beat of the song that was playing in the background.
"I'll go look for her. I'll be right back." Brooklyn smiled and pecked my lips.
I decided to get myself a cup of water, before being pulled into a conversation with Quincy Jones.
"I see you got the invitation." I joked.
He rolled his eyes at my remark. Quincy hugged me tightly, "Great ceremony. Congratulations, Micha-"
"Michael!" my producer was cut off by Brooklyn's call. She walked towards us, "I found her."
She looked at Quincy, and widened her eyes.
"Quincy, I'm gonna have to steal him for a second."
"Hey, he's your husband, not mine." he winked. "You look beautiful, by the way."
"Thank you." my wife smiled, running her hand down the fabric of her dress.
I shook Quincy's hand before we left, and walked hand in hand with Brooke.
"Okay, so who am I meeting?" I questioned.
"My aunt."
I gave her a confused look. As far as I know, Joshua doesn't have any siblings.
"She's my mother's younger sister. She helped my dad when my mother left us." my wife smiled slightly at my confusion. "There she is."
I looked straight ahead, and saw a small woman with two young children clutching her hands.
Brooke hugged her gently. They had some things in common; Brooklyn looked like a younger version of her aunt.
"Aunt Rose, this is Michael. Michael, these are my aunt Rose, and my two little cousins, Georgie and Emma."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Michael. Brooklyn has been talking about you a lot." Rose smiled at me and reached her hand out.
I shook it lightly. "You, too."
"Y-you're Michael Jackson." I heard Georgie's little voice say. I chuckled and crouched down to his level.
"I am. And you're Gerogie, right?" I asked.
He nodded slightly, "Mommy told me Brooke was getting married. Did you marry her?"
"Yes, I did."
"That's not fair, every girl in the world wants to marry you." Emma scoffed.
"Well, I would've married them, too. But, I just married Brooke, so my hands are tied." I turned to her when I spoke. My wife hit my shoulder, and I stood up to meet her playful eyes.
Janet walked quickly over to us, looking relieved.
"There you guys are! Come on, I want you to hear my speech!"
Brooklyn mouthed "I'm sorry" to Rose, who giggled.
My sister pulled us by our hands to the middle of the crowd, and got up on the little stage that was set earlier today.
We were quickly given two glasses of champagne.
"I would like to make a toast," Janet said into the microphone, "To my big brother Mike, and his beautiful wife, Brooklyn, who also happens to be my best friend. Take care of each other for me, okay? I love you two so, so much. I wish you the best, and all of the happiness in the world.
To Michael and Brooklyn Jackson!"
Brooke and I raised our glasses with everyone else, taking a slow sip.

~

Brooklyn: "Well, look who it is. Hi, Sweetheart." my dad said as I approached him. I've been too busy to breathe today, let alone see my dad or Chris.
"Enjoying yourself?" I asked with a smile, noticing the bottle of beer he was holding.
"Of course. It's not everyday that your little girl gets married, right? Especially to a guy like Michael."
"Don't start, daddy. I'll cry. I've been holding myself the entire day." I mumbled.
Dad half smiled, tapping on the chair next to him. I took my seat, carefully.
"You look like your mother did on our wedding day." he whispered.
I sighed, knowing this would come up. I always knew I looked like Marie, my dad had pictures of her hidden in albums.
"But even more beautiful."
I hugged my father tightly, and tears started running down my cheeks. Great, Brooke. You were doing so good.
"You know," I said through my tears, "Michael said I look like Rose. He thinks I'm a young version of her."
"He's not wrong, Sweetheart."
We broke our long hug. Dad was crying, too.
"Brooklyn, Honey!" I heard my mother-in-law's voice from behind us. "You need to go and get dressed. Now. You're leaving soon."
I nodded, wiping my tears.
"Janet is waiting for you in her room." Katherine smiled, taking my place next to my dad.
I walked into the house, slowly going upstairs to Janet's room.
I opened the door, only to find Janet and Michael hugging.
"Thanks, Dunk. I owe you." he told her. My best friend saw me and quickly came over to me.
"We need to get you ready. You're leaving in thirty minutes! Mike, out." she ordered.
My husband saluted, "Sir, yes, sir!"
"I'll see you in the limo." he whispered into my ear before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
"I packed you a suitcase already." Janet smiled. I raised my eyebrows.
"You packed me a suitcase for my honeymoon?" I questioned, a bit doubtful.
I love Janet, and she knew that, but when it came to doing things for Michael and I, she always added something of her own to it.
"Yes. Come on, trust me on this one. Unlike you, I actually know where you're going."
"Fine." I mumbled.

~

The limo stopped in front of Michael's private jet. I was wearing a comfortable sun dress that fit me perfectly. Janet told me it was going to be a long flight.
"Will you tell me now?" I asked when we started climbing the stairs onto the plane, our two bodyguards, Bill and Dan, following us. It was Brandon's day off, obviously. Plus, I was sure he wouldn't have wanted to join us on a week of vacation.
"You'll find out soon, I promise." Michael said, kissing my temple.
"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson. Enjoy your flight." a flight attendant smiled kindly at us.
"Thank you." my husband smiled back.
He led me farther into the plane, and took a seat on one of the leather chairs.
I sat next to him, intertwining our fingers.
"Well, Mrs. Jackson," Michael chuckled at his own words, "Our week off of love making and enjoying each other starts now."
I blushed at his words. He knew this was very special to me, as it was to him.
Since my father was very traditional, he taught Chris and myself to wait until marriage. Michael respected that.
I pulled my husband into a deep kiss, clutching his shirt in the process.
He let his hand travel to the back of my neck, and pulled me closer to his body.
Someone cleared their throat behind us. I quickly let Michael's lips go and turned around to find the same flight attendant that greeted us earlier.
"We're taking off in five minutes." she informed us. Michael nodded quickly, and she left.
He fixed his shirt before leaning back in his seat, closing his eyes.
"Babe." I whispered in his ear. My husband opened his eyes and grinned.
He loved it when I used nicknames for him, which doesn't happen often. I like to use people's names. Especially Michael's, he has such a beautiful name.
"You still haven't told me."
"You're so annoying sometimes," he mumbled. "All I'm saying is that this is gonna be a very long flight. Seventeen hours to be exact."
My eyes widened.
"Just try to get some sleep, you'll need it." Michael said quietly and kissed my hand, closing his eyes once again.

~

9th of July, 1986
Brooklyn is 20, Michael is 27

Brooklyn: I fell asleep after four hours into the flight. Michael was out right after take-off.
"Brooke, baby, wake up." my husband said. "We're here."
He was stroking my face as I opened my eyes. I smiled at him, and stretched.
"Welcome to Majorca."
"We're in Spain?!" I asked, getting very excited. He nodded slightly and I embraced him in long hug.
"I rented us a house on the beach for this week, you'll love it." Michael said into my hair.
I pecked his lips before Bill told us there's a car waiting for us.

~

The drive wasn't very long. The house that Michael rented was totally isolated, leaving us by ourselves. I loved it. It was around 8 PM here, but the sun was just starting to set, making the house shine with mixed colors.
Bill and Dan stayed at the guest house that was placed a bit farther into the property.
They put our luggage in the house and quickly let us be. Finally, alone at last.
"May I?" Michael asked and picked me up bridal style into the house.
I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Thank you for this. It's amazing."
He shook his head, "This is something we need to remember for the rest of our lives, I want to make it perfect for the both of us."
He lowered his head to kiss me passionately.
Without parting our lips my husband put me down on my feet. His hands pulled me as close as possible.
We pulled away for breath. His eyes showed lust and excitement both at the same time.
With no words, Michael led me to the room that was obviously built for a couple.
It had a king-sized bed in it, and the windows were covered with long drapes.
It was neatly organized. There was a bottle of champagne and two glasses on one of the night stands.
Michael just pulled me in, and kissed me again. I pulled away from him. He just stared at me, looking confused.
"I have to open my suitcase first." I mumbled, reminding myself what I had planned to do when we got here.
My husband groaned, "Can't it wait?"
I shook my head. "Janet packed it for me. I can't trust her when it comes to these things, you know how she is." I explained.
He let go of my hand, sitting on the bed.
I quickly went back into the entrance of the house, and took the black suitcase that Janet had packed.
I mentally cursed my best friend when I opened the suitcase. It was full of lingerie and one pair of a bikini.
I sighed and decided to go back to Michael. There was no point in keeping him waiting, he wanted this as much as I did.
"I hate you sister." I mumbled as I entered the room.
"She put lingerie in there, didn't she? Typical Jan." he laughed.
"This isn't funny, I have nothing to wear!"
"It won't matter, 'cuz you won't need clothes anyways, babe."
I rolled my eyes at his comment. "Shut up." I mumbled, and sat on his lap. I took off my dress before connecting our lips once again, feeling intoxicated with his taste.
He seemed a bit surprised at my action, but shook it off and kissed me back.
Michael ran his hands up and down my back. I started unbuttoning his shirt, making him groan.
"Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?" he asked when we parted, looking at my almost naked body.
"A few times, yes." I giggled. He smiled at my cleverness.
My husband kissed my neck gently, and moved to my chest and stomach, leaving a trace of small kisses.
He took off my bra. Slowly picking me up, he lay me down on the soft bed. I quickly covered myself.
Michael took off his pants and boxers and got under the covers, laying on top of my body.
He kissed me one more time, and finally took off my underwear.
"I love you," he mumbled, "So much."

~

Michael: Brooklyn was sleeping next to me. Her breathing was slow and steady. Along with her breathing was the sound of waves crashing on the shore.
I couldn't fall asleep. It was one of those nights where sleep escaped from me.
It was nearly dawn; 5:43 to be exact. We've been messin' around up until thirty minutes ago.
I smiled at my sleeping wife, and caressed her hair.
As I looked at her, a few lyrics came up in my head. Knowing I would probably forget them if I didn't write it down, I quickly went to my suitcase, taking out a notepad and a pen.
I made my way back to the bed and sat next to Brooke, my back against the headboard.
I started writing the few lyrics I had, letting my sudden inspiration come out on the paper.

~

Brooklyn: I awoke the next morning, feeling happy. Michael wasn't next to me. Probably exploring the house.
On his pillow he left his pajamas shirt, along with a note.
"Good morning, baby. I thought you would need something to wear for now." he signed it with his initials and a heart.
I smiled and went into the bathroom to freshen up. I figured we would shower together at some point of the day, so there was no point in doing it now.
I put on my underwear and Michael's shirt, going out to the living room when I finished.
My husband was nowhere to be seen. I went into the kitchen, but he wasn't there.
All I could see was his notepad on the table, opened on a specific page.
He wrote the date on the top, and I started reading the scribbled sentences he had already written.
"I just want to lay next to you for a while
You look so beautiful tonight
Your eyes are so lovely
your mouth is so sweet
A lot of people misunderstand me
That's because they don't know me at all
I just want to touch you, and hold you
I need you
God, I need you
I love you so much"
A tear rolled down my cheek as I continued reading the other sentences, that were probably just ideas.
"Our love is dawning, Heaven's glad you came"
"I hear your voice now, you are my choice now... The love you bring"
"You know how I feel, I won't stop until I hear you voice saying 'I do' "
Some of my tears dropped on the paper, so I quickly wiped them off, afraid of ruining something.
"Do you like it?" I heard Michael's voice from behind me.
I turned around and his face fell. "Why are you crying, what happened?"
"Nothing, Mike. The song is beautiful, and I got a bit too emotional, that's all." I said.
He flushed red.
"Where were you?" I asked as he wiped my tears with his thumb.
"I asked Bill and Dan to go buy you some clothes. I figured you would need some." he answered.
I chuckled and nodded, "Just remind me to kill Janet when we get home."
"Oh, I almost forgot," my husband smiled and kissed me, "Good morning, Mrs. Jackson."
"Good morning to you, too, Mr. Jackson." I smiled back.
"Let's eat something, I'm starving." Michael said, going over to the fridge.
I noticed he put his wedding ring on his right hand. When we went out to pick our wedding rings, he told me it was more comfortable to him that way.
Being him, he asked me if it bothered me. I told him I didn't care, because I don't need a ring to know he's mine.
"I'm not doing everything, you gotta help me." Michael snapped me out of my thoughts.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." I told him, and started looking for a pan to make some eggs.
He smiled with victory when I ended up making everything. Well, he organized the table.
After breakfast, we hurried down to the beach. It was honestly the best time we've both had in a long time, and I wished it would never end.